Lahat ng Kabanata ng Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The room was dimly lit, barely illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Clothes were scattered across the floor, silent witnesses to the intensity with which they had surrendered to each other.Isabela lay on top of Alejandro, her head resting on his chest, absentmindedly tracing circles on his skin. She felt the steady, firm beat of his heart, the warmth of his body, the security of his arms. It was so easy to let go, to forget all the pain, all the lies—Who her husband was and what he had done.But reality always returned."We should talk," Alejandro murmured, breaking the silence.Isabela half-closed her eyes. She wasn’t ready to leave this small oasis of peace just yet."I don’t want to talk right now."Alejandro slid a hand slowly down her bare back, knowing every spot that made her shiver."Then just listen to me."She sighed but didn’t move."I’ve been thinking…" His

Moretti's resistance had a scent of sandalwood and aged wine. The golden lamp light cast shadows on the walls, giving the scene an almost theatrical air.Alejandro loved that about the house, while he was in his study, going over some documents under the dim light of a desk lamp. The clock struck 10:17 p.m. when Isabela entered with a glass of wine in her hand."You look so tired, my love," she murmured, approaching with soft steps.Alejandro looked up and gave her a smile, the kind of smile that could disarm even the most suspicious woman. He knew his wife perfectly well.He closed the file he had in his hands and reclined in the black leather chair."It’s just work, love. Nothing for you to worry about.""You said this trip was just for the two of us.""I know." But I’m done now, my queen, now I’m all yours.Isabela wore a burgundy silk dress that accentuated her figure. Her dark, inquisitive eyes sc

Isabela's hands trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Her mind screamed that she needed to get out of there, to run as far away as possible before Alejandro discovered that she had heard too much.But where would she go? How could she escape without raising suspicion? She couldn't leave him—Alejandro had warned her before his trip to Colombia.Alejandro was capable of locking her up for life in a room and denying her access to her children. The thought horrified her. Isabela pressed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes for a moment.She couldn't panic. She had to think clearly.Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly. Her legs shook, but she couldn't stay there. Forcing herself to move, she walked lightly toward the stairs.She needed to get to her room as soon as possible. If Alejandro found her awake in another part of the house, he would ask questions. Questions she had no convincing answers for.

Upon returning to the mansion, Alejandro was absolutely satisfied with Isabela. He was sure that her soul was just as dark as his own.With an intense kiss, Alejandro expected to find the fierce woman, to have a passionate encounter that would seal a perfect night.— Not now, Alejandro. — The children must be waiting for me to say goodnight.— You’re right, my queen… Give them a kiss from me. — I have to take care of a few things in my office, and then I’ll come up in a few minutes…— Wait for me, because I want to love my wife.With a smile, Isabela turned her back to him, climbing the stairs with firm steps, as if nothing had changed.But that night, she didn’t feel capable of looking into her children’s eyes. She felt dirty.Upon entering her room, where no one could see her, her expression changed. Her gaze was no longer cold and heartless—she was a desperate woman.

The Moretti mansion had regained its calm, but the air still smelled of gunpowder and blood. The guards were cleaning up the remains of the attack, dragging away the bodies of Dino's men and disposing of the evidence that could not reach the police.Alejandro watched from his study, a cigar between his fingers, his gaze lost in the security cameras. His kingdom was still standing, but the war was far from over.The door opened, and Miguel entered discreetly.—The Colombians are wounded but alive. We left them where you ordered, boss.Alejandro nodded.—Good. Let word spread about what happened tonight. I want everyone in the city to know what happens when they mess with me.—Understood, boss.Miguel left without a sound.Alejandro put out his cigar and rubbed his face with his hands. He felt like a king, but also like a weary man. Power was a burden that kept him alert, a balance between brutality and